Sing A Provenance, of

August 2016

Sing A Provenance, of


My deeds ....of.

Joy on earth.

Oh lady fair, I slew your dragon.

And you stole my heart, in return.

No more moments, nor longings.

I am cast, upon the winds.

I am, the darkness, of the night.

I am lost, now you have gone.

No more dragons.

I no longer see love, 

trapped, in a fiery light.

The dragons dead.

The bird has flown

And so....



My love. 

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I got a dragon. But it needs no slaying. It's one of the good ones. Enjoyed the poem. 

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